"It'll take nearly two hours for both bottles to infuse," Julia Bluen estimated, glancing at Adele Horne's IV drip. There was a lot of fluid, and it wasn't dripping very fast.
"I'll come pick you guys up later," Glades Horne said, checking the time.
"There's no need..."
"Julia," Glades Horne suddenly lowered his voice, his tone deep, husky, and magnetic. It exuded an enthralling, almost demonic charm that captivated Julia Bluen.
What Julia Bluen feared most was when he called her name like that; she would invariably succumb to the alluring charm in his voice, unwilling to refuse him anything. She pursed her lips, smiled, and responded, "Alright then, I'll wait for you. You go ahead and get busy; I'll get Adele another glass of water." With that, Julia Bluen ended the call.
Glades Horne stared at his phone, which was emitting a BEEP BEEP sound, his eyes blazing as if he were looking at Julia Bluen herself through the device.